My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 24

Chapter 24

The triumphant smile on Candice’s face froze, as if a hand had clamped around her throat. “You’re Rebekah’s stylist?”

The director maintained a polite, professional smile. “Yes, ma’am.”

*The director didn’t even know me? How was that possible? How could Rebekah possibly afford this?* Candice thought.

Her voice was hoarse as she pointed a trembling finger at Rebekah. “Are you sure you haven’t made a mistake? We both have the same last name. Maybe I’m the Ms. Fletcher you’re looking for?”

“There’s no mistake,” the director replied smoothly. “This Ms. Fletcher is one of our most valued clients.”

*Most valued?*

Candice’s eyes widened in astonishment. That kind of status required spending tens of millions. Where would Rebekah get that kind of money?

Even Rebekah herself was surprised. She looked up at the director, who gave her a subtle wink. Could a friend’s influence really be that powerful? Was Jensen really just an ordinary person? But the memories of their time struggling abroad were still vivid. If Jensen was so wealthy and powerful, why would he have endured such hardship with her?

Pushing her confusion aside, Rebekah smiled at the director. “I’m on a tight schedule. Could we hurry, please?”

Ignoring a fuming Candice, the director began her work, marveling at Rebekah’s flawless skin. “Ms. Fletcher, you’re more beautiful than any celebrity I’ve ever worked with. You should really dress up more often,” she murmured. “We’ve done makeup for so many stars, but no one carries it off as perfectly as you.”

Looking at her reflection, Rebekah felt a pang of sadness.

She had always been striking, standing out like a swan among geese in her plain–looking family. From a young age, people had said she didn’t look like she belonged. To avoid drawing attention, she only ever wore makeup for dance performances, usually hiding in baggy clothes and keeping her head down.

Even so, she never truly fit in.

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Later, after getting married, comfortable clothes were practical for raising a child and working at the hospital. The habit had simply stuck.

By the time Rebekah’s makeup was done, Candice had already tried on and rejected several outfits. Seeing Rebekah, now radiating a cool, stunning beauty, she practically ground her teeth. The makeup had transformed her from merely pretty to

breathtaking.

Candice’s eyes landed on the gown Rebekah was wearing. With a sniff, she gestured in her direction. “I want to try on the one she’s wearing.”

The stylist looked hesitant. “Ma’am, I’m not sure that style would suit you.”

But Candice just laughed, walking over to Rebekah and patting her shoulder. “Hey, Rebekah, why don’t you let me try on your dress?”

Rebekah arched an eyebrow.

“Look, I know you used to dance, but you haven’t been on stage in seven or eight years. This kind of cut requires a certain poise,” Candice said with a grin. “I’m afraid you won’t be able to pull it off. After all, your posture is just average, and you’re a bit heavier than I am.”

After three months in prison, Rebekah was actually much thinner, but her fuller bust made her appear more curvaceous than Candice. She couldn’t be bothered to argue. Besides, she found the dress a bit too somber anyway.

As she headed to the fitting room to change, the director stopped her, handing her a dress still in its protective garment bag. “This is our masterpiece, Ms. Rebekah Fletcher. Please, try it on.”

Rebekah took the dress and went to change.

The moment she stepped out of the fitting room, the director gasped. It was a creation by Cathy, the most renowned designer in the fashion world, a dress so notoriously difficult that almost no one could wear it well.

But Rebekah did.

The dress seemed to complement the shattered elegance of a phoenix rising from the ashes that she embodied. Even the scars on her wrist looked less like flaws and more like unique, intricate marks.

“It’s exquisite,” the director breathed. “Like a work of art.”

With her training in the arts, Rebekah could appreciate the gown’s design

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